She had a dream in whispered hours
When daytime lights are dim.While wondering how a poppy flowers
She turned to thoughts of him.
If he were here she would have slept
Without unwanted dreams.While moments they had shared she kept
Alongside pleasant scenes.
She lived on pills to kill the pain
His disappearance caused.To him it was a simple game
Of disillusioned wars.
And who will be there when he phones
Or if he phones at all.Whose perfect life can cast the stones
While other men still fall.
Sometimes you can’t forget a man
Who tortured you with love.A part of him will stay behind
- The rest of him above.
No comments:
Post a Comment